We hold hands as we make our way down the long, luxurious hallway at the Mirage to our suite. She’s holding her shoes in her free hand and I’ve got the keycard in mine. I swing open the door and she kisses me softly as she slips inside. A few minutes later she calls to me from the bathroom. I walk in to find her lying in the enormous round tub brimming with bubbles.
“Get in.” She smiles and winks at me.
I strip out of my boxers, the only piece of clothing I still have on, and slip into the tub facing her. The heat of the water stings a little as my cool skin adjusts but it feels delicious once I settle in. She turns and slides over to my end, leaning her back into me. I wrap my arms around her middle, placing my palms gently across her abdomen.
“Mmm…this trip is heaven,” she says and shifts so her perfect little butt slides across my growing erection. We say nothing for a few long minutes. She runs her hands over my thighs in the warm water and I let my hand slide upward and caress her breasts.
“You naked in the bubbles is heaven,” I murmur as I kiss the tattoo at the back of her neck.
As my hands move south, slipping between her spread legs, she grips the sides of the massive porcelain tub and slides herself away from me. She turns in the water so she’s facing me now and then comes back toward me. I move so my back isn’t against the tub anymore and she floats into my lap, wrapping her legs around my waist.
I run a wet hand over her hair and cup the side of her face as I guide her lips to mine. The kiss is scorching and needy. I could spend my whole life attached to her lips, with her tongue in my mouth, and it wouldn’t be long enough. She presses herself against my cock and bobs up and down against it.
“Fuck…” I murmur into her neck as I suck the flesh there. “I want to be inside you.”
“So be inside me,” she whispers back and repositions her legs so she’s kneeling on either side of my thighs. She tilts herself up, her bare breasts breaking free of the water, and I clear the bubbles clinging to her skin so I can wrap my lips around one of her perfect nipples. I feel her reach for my cock under the water and position it at her center before pushing down on it. Suddenly I’m surrounded by her hot, wet heat pressing in on me.
“You feel so fucking good,” I moan and grip her hips. “But we have to stop.”
She smiles shyly at me and rotates her hips. My dick twitches in pleasure at the friction.
“What’s the worst that could happen?” she asks and kisses me softly, tugging on my bottom lip with her teeth.
“You get pregnant,” I reply and slide my hands to cup her perfect ass.
She smiles more brightly this time. “We can handle that.”
“We can,” I agree and stare lovingly into her big brown eyes. “I want to handle that. But we have to break it to my mom that we’re doing this out of wedlock. That should come before the pregnancy. Give her a chance to get used to it.”
She looks thoughtful for a long moment as her eyes leave my face and stare out the window across from us. Then she looks back at me and smiles. It’s shy, which is a new look for Callie Caplan. She bites her bottom lip as she slightly rises up and pushes back down on my cock. I fight the urge to buck up and meet her. We can’t do this. But, fuck, I want to…
“Do you not want to get married again?” she asks softly, her eyes closed as she pumps me slowly one more time.
“I would marry you in a heartbeat if you wanted it,” I reply quickly and honestly. “But I don’t need it. I just need you.”
She becomes perfectly still. I watch her chest move up and down and her eyelids flutter. “I want it.”
Holy fuckballs, she did not just say that. I swallow hard as my heart starts to hammer excitedly in my chest. Her big brown eyes open and look up at me. “I mean…why not make it official?”
“I’d love to,” I say in a whisper. “Are you serious, though? Are you sure? You hate weddings.”
“I’m fairly certain I’ll like mine.” She smiles and lifts herself up and down on me one more time.
“You’ll marry me?” I ask again in complete shock.
“Yes,” she says as she leans forward and kisses me.
I kiss her back with everything in me and feel tears prick the corners of my eyes. When I pull back, her eyes are swimming too, but she’s giving me a look of mock disdain.
“Relax, Garrison, this isn’t going to be some romantic sappy affair,” she warns me, blinking back her tears.
“I don’t care what it is, as long as it happens. And soon,” I reply and kiss her again.
“Well, I was thinking we do it tomorrow,” Callie says with a grin. “But tonight you have to fuck me. Now.”
I pull her close and push up into her and she moans.
Epilogue
